ho i am the wind that seamen love
i am steady and strong and true
they follow my track by the clouds above
over the fathomless tropic blue

for' close by the shores of the sunny azores
thier ships i wait to convoy
when into thier sails my constant breath pours
they hail me with turbuent joy

fron the deck to the truck i pour all my force
in spanker and jib i am strong
for i make every course to pull like a horse
and worry the great ship along

as i fly o'er the blue i sing to my crew
who answer me back with a hail
i whistle a note as i slip by the throat
of the buoyant and bellying sail

i laugh when the wave leaps over the head
and the jib thro the spraybow i shine
for an acre of foam is broken and spread
when she shoulders and tosses the brine

through daylight and dark i follow the barque
i keep like a hound on her tail
im strongest at noon yet under the moon
i stiffen the brunt of her sail

the ocean wide thro for days i pursue
till slowly my forces all wain
then in whispers of calm i bid them adieu
and vanish in thunder and rain